Irrelevant title

When you don't feel like saving up tonnes of money to buy an iPod that will inevitably stuff up somehow, you usually save up less money and buy an mp3 that will do the same, but in a cheaper way. When you get sick of scrolling through the list on your mp3 to listen to the artists and albums you want, you usually just shrug it off and tell yourself to suck it up.

Not me. I decided to go on eBay and buy a diskman or Walkman or whatever you want to call it. Now instead of scrolling through an annoyingly long list of tunes on a really dodgy mp3 I flip through my CD case and choose my favorite albums to listen to. My collection is coming along nicely and I have no regrets. Well, occasionally the music jumps a bit but I mostly have no regrets. Here are some of my favourite albums and why they are my favourites.

Angus and Julia Stone's album 'Down the way' is fantastic. I may have mentioned the advanced awesome levels of this album in previous posts. The songs are just so calm and laid back and relaxing I can't help but enjoy it. Also it reminds me of the snow.

 One track in particular that I have been adicted to on this album is 'Draw your swords' because it is amazing. Unfortunately it is also the only Angus and Julia Stone song I have ever heard that has a swear word in it. Mum doesn't like me playing it and there is not a single censored version on the internet. I have to settle for listening to it on my Walkman alone. Still, it is great.

Florence Welch is just plain inspiring. I don't own the 'lungs' album myself but I have all the songs on a mix CD. Not in the right order but I have all the songs. The songs are so good. Half of them tell a story and I love it when songs do that. 'Bird song', 'My boy builds coffins', 'girl with one eye', 'dog days are over', and 'swimming' are a few that I can't seem to stop listening to from this album. Can't help but love the music and quirky lyrics.

Saint Motel's EP 'Forplay' is absolutely fantastic. For $5 and $4 postage I got Saint Motel's first ever CD with 6 songs, 6 music videos and even full lyrics for every one of them. And just because it came all the way from LA, I put the packaging on my wall with all the other interesting junk.

It really is quite a miracle that I have heard of them at all. They are a band based in Los Angeles that hasn't gone mainstream yet. They are not played on any radio station in Australia. In fact, the only reason I heard them at all was because I am a Castle fan and a couple of their songs were on a video Stana Katic and Seamus Dever were apart of called The Alternative Travel Project. Stana Katic and Seamus Dever play Detectives Kate Beckett and John Ryan on Castle, if you didn't already know.

Anyway back to Saint Motel. On their face book page under genre it says "You tell us" because you really can't pick a single genre for all their songs. Except for alternative because that is the genre for when all else fails. I feel like mentioning their song 'Pity Party' which has an extremely happy sounding tune that is contradicted by lyrics such as "Your ship's sinking now. Go down with it." and "Can't clean out your wounds with rusty knives so why do you try". I love it and can't get enough.

 I would try to name my favorites off this album but they are all my favorites so I really can't. The first ones I heard on YouTube were 'Butch', 'To my enemies', 'Dear Dictator', and 'Pity Party'. Those are all links to the actual videos so go for it. If I saw Saint Motel live I'd be one happy literary rockstar. It would have been cheaper and faster for me to buy this CD off iTunes but I live in the 80's so I got it by mail.

The Juno sound track. I really like this movie because it is weird and I'm into weirdness. It's another CD that I don't actually own but I own a burnt CD containing all the songs. Because my brother bought it on iTunes like a normal person.

The songs are unusual and strange but the accustic guitar work is beautiful. The songs are, for want of a better more literate and descriptive word, adorable. There are many on there that I absolutely love but my favorite is 'all I want is you'. Why? The lyrics. "If you were the wood, I'd be the fire. If you were the love I'd be the desire. If you were a Castle I'd be your moat and if you were the ocean I'd learn to float." It is just plain adorable!

Nirvana's Greatest Hits. Another reason why I should be in the 80's. Nirvana is the band that stopped before it's time. 'You know you're right', 'Silver', 'Come as you are', 'Lithium', 'Smells like teen spirit', and  'Heart shaped box' are my favorites from this album at the moment.

 Hey God? Can we trade Kurt Cobain for Justin Beiber? . . . .  What do you mean Justin Beiber will only get us Michael Jackson? . . . . Fair enough. What about Justin Beiber and Miley Cyrus? . . . . Yeah I guess heaven wouldn't really be holy after that. Worth a shot.

This one is my brother's CD but I made a copy for myself. Mumford and sons Sigh No More CD is brilliant. I can't listen to mumford and sons without feeling inspired. Not sure what I'm inspired to do, their music is just inspirational. My favorite tracks are 'The cave', 'Little lion man' and 'Thistle and Weeds'. That last one I have been listening to the most because it has the same sort of feel to it as 'Draw your swords' by Angus and Julia Stone which is like my song of the month or something. The whole album is increadible though and it is proof that there is room for banjos in the music industry today.

I serendipitously stumbled upon this at the library yesterday and just had a Matt Costa session. 'Mr. Pitiful' is still my favorite of his but there are other songs on there that I quite liked and will enjoy more of in the future.

                                    
Paramore, The Final Riot! live in Chicago. Listening to this on the way to Sydney to see Paramore perform at Sydney Arena psyched me up so much. Watching the DVD always makes me wish I could re-live that concert. Paramore sounds amazing and are a band that sounds even better live. You know how you get those bands like Fall Out Boy that have a singer that doesn't sound as good live? Definately not the case with Paramore.
 
Hayley Williams has an amazing voice. When I saw them at Sydney Arena in October, Stan Walker randomly joined them for Misery Business. I'm sure Stan Walker has a lovely singing voice, but in comparison to Hayley Williams he was just. . . . Miz Biz didn't suit him. I'll leave it at that. That concert was amazing and the only thing that would have made it fifty million times as awesome is if they had played All I wanted and Let the Flames begin. I mean fair enough though with all the songs they played I don't think even Hayley Williams would have the vocal endurance to play those songs too. Want to know what I mean?
 
Here's a link to all I wanted from the album Brand New Eyes and here is a link to the video of Let the Flames Begin from the Final Riot Album. If you only watch one video of the two, watch let the flames begin. You will then understand why I so desperately wanted to see the performance of that song live. And just because I can and it sounds good, an intro paramore did at a concert that wasn't the one I went to but sounds awesome dispite the terrible quality in video. It's called The lies we want to feel. 
 
Just to clarify, that was the greatest experience ever for me. It was the first actual concert I went to ever (let's face it, the big Exo day doesn't count) and it was epic. I want to do it again.
 
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There you have it. The CDs I have been listening to quite a bit, not including the mixes I've made. I make an awful lot of mixes.
 

How to spend a sunday without internet

Zombies.

RachOddSocks

It's been a while since I've made a post title extremely long and the post not really that impressively long. Perhaps I'll make up for it now? I'll do that.

I was sorting through the pictures on George the laptop and discovered something that is of no surprise whatsoever: I needed a whole folder for the pictures of my feet in various places. I take pictures of my feet an awful lot. The reason, I believe, is because I have many photogenic pairs of shoes and socks. Anyway I named all the photo's of my feet and I'm going to put them in this post along with what I named them.

1. My feet with odd socks shortly after I bought them. The socks I mean.

2. My feet with odd socks in the dark

3. My feet on the steps of a park at church

4. My feet in the lounge room after naming my slippers Alberto and Rodriguez

5. My feet at West Port Park when I stopped for a moment to take a feet picture.

6. My feet at the Younghusband's lodge

7. My feet at the movies while waiting for the midnight screening of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one to start.

8. My feet and other feet under the table at Tara's 16th

9. My feet after doing the paper run in the rain and mud and a few unusually slippery driveways

10. My feet after cleaning my gumboots that were quite muddy indeed.

11. My feet look sketchy

I recently got new Converse shoes that I will have to wear and take pictures of. There are so many names for Chuck Taylor's Converse All Stars. People call them Chucks, Cons, All Stars and my personal favorite, Chucky T's, just to name a few.

RachOddSocks

Things I don't have to do for 6 weeks or so

I don't have to do homework, write essays,
wear a skirt,
wake up before 8 in the morning,
google anything to do with World War 2,
wear black polishable shoes,
go down Mumford Street,
make a packed lunch,
listen to someone talk about sedimentary rocks,
take notes on what someone is saying,
pretend to be interested in geographic statistics,
miss my favorite TV show on account of it airing late on a 'school night',
stop playing zombie games in order to work on assignments,
stop playing zombie games in order to go to bed and wake up on time,
stop playing zombie games,
or say the phrase "I'd better go to bed, I have school tomorrow."

I love holidays.

RachOddSocks

Some of my favorite quotes.

After filling up the last post with fight club quotes, I felt the need to put up some more of my favorite quotes from random things. TV, film, literature or even just people, can present us with a memorable line or two from time to time. Sorry about all the Jodi Picoult. I'm a fan of hers, can you tell?



"Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it."  Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)
 
"You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." Jodi Picoult (My Sister's Keeper)

"The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatly wrapped lies" Jodi Picoult (Keeping Faith)

"When we're awake, we see what we need to see. When we're asleep, we see what is really there." Jodi Picoult (Second Glance)

"Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back."  Jodi Picoult (Second Glance)
 
"A mathematical formula for happiness: Reality divided by Expectations.There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality or lower your expectations." Jodi Picoult (Nineteen Minutes)

"Living with regrets is like driving a car that only moves in reverse." Jodi Picoult (House Rules)

 
"There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition." Jodi Picoult (Vanishing Acts)

"I have come to believe that this life I’m living will never really fit." Jodi Picoult (House Rules)

“When you begin a journey of revenge start by digging two graves, one for the enemy and one for yourself” Chinese proverb

"We should celebrate with ice cream"
"We'd be fools not to." --Castle

"You are so lame! You're a lamey, Mclamester!" Castle


"Oh my god. This is quite possibly the worst coffee I've ever tasted. It's actually kind of fascinating. It tastes like a... (pauses to sip the coffee) it tastes like a monkey peed in battery acid. Try some?" Castle

“You want to make God laugh? Tell him your plan.” Robert Downey Junior

"This is the captain speaking. We have a . . . little problem with our entry sequence. We may experience some slight turbulence and then. . . explode."---serenity

“I’ve got to say, you are my kind of stupid.” Firefly

 

"You know what the chain of command is? Its the chain i go get and beat you with until you know who's in command!" ---Firefly



"Well they tell you: never hit a man with a closed fist. But it is, on occasion, hilarious."---Firefly


"I don't want to die now! I have a head ache. I don't want to go to heaven with a head ache I'll be all grumpy and won't enjoy it!" -The Hitch hikers guide to the galaxy by Douglas Adams



"Your friends poetry is terrible. It's like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random." -the city of bones by Cassandra Clare


"Why are you always so suspicious?"
"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?"-Sherlock Holmes


"No woman would marry a man who can't tell if someone is dead or not!" Sherlock Holmes


"If home is where the heart is, then your true home's in your chest!"--- Dr.Horrible's sing along blog




That was fun.

RachOddSocks

Mismatched activities

If you have been wondering about my recent lack in posts, which I doubt since I have no structure whatsoever in regards to my posting, it is due to the fact that our Internet had once again been run down. I blame YouTube once more. Also I blame Saint Motel because while I didn’t have their CD I had to listen to them via YouTube. Curse you awesome music.

Well now I have my Saint Motel CD and a few drafts of blog posts just waiting to be posted. This being one of them. There are a few things that I have to blog about, though their levels of interest vary from not very interesting to maybe mildly interesting if you are lucky. The theme of this post is brought to you by mice and fight club. You read that correctly I assure you, unless you think it said lice and light bulb.

First I shall explain the mice part. I’ve had pet mice for ages. They just don’t seem to want to stop breeding. Honestly, right when we think we have successfully separated the boys from the girls, there is a new litter of baby mice running about the cage. We have a few new mice in the cage that are small and adorable at the moment. I was playing with them the other day, letting them crawl all over my arms and whatnot. In fact, that was shortly after I watched Fight Club. . . .

I have to say fight club is awesome. Brad Pitt, Edward Norton and the ever wonderful Helena Bonham Carter all star in it. I’m pretty keen to read the book it was based on, written by a guy by the name of Chuck Palahniuk. Pronounce that last name out loud I dare you.
So there you have it, the connection between mice and fight club. What will I do with this connection, you ask? Why, I am going to put up fight club quotes between pictures of my baby mice, of course!


                             “With insomnia nothing is real. Everything is far away everything is a copy.”

                

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything.”

“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero.”

“Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.”

“If I didn’t say anything people always assumed the worst.”

“I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.” 

“If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up a different person?”

                                                 “The things you own end up owning you.”

                               “From now on, all those with shaved heads: space monkeys.”


That last quote just might be my favorite quote of all time. Aren't my pet mice adorable?

-RachOddSocks

Music and naptime, suitable for all ages . . . right?

Ladies and gentlemen, that's right all six of you, I have something to write about. Thursday night I saw the film Due Date with Robert Downey Junior. I mean the film features Robert Downey Junior, I wasn't with him when I saw it. It was funny. What made it even more funny was the Rockstar energy drink I had drunk before and during the movie. I have a few fun facts for you about this lovely energy drink. It is amazingly delicious. It can make you go mental. I like to drink it. When I drink them too quickly I go insane.

We were running late for the movies, I had an opened Rockstar in my hand, I was power walking and I drank it at a non-recommended pace. It is difficult to sit still in a movie when your heart rate goes nuts, or when your hands are shaking from intense caffeine, or when you can't think of a third thing to put in a sentence. When I drink Rockstar too quickly, I inevitably have an intense sugar rush then an intense sugar crash and wake up feeling sleepy the next morning. Being the genius that I am, I managed to forget about the exam I had the following morning. Yeah I probably failed that. Oh well it's just maths.

I drew this when I finished the exam. It says "Rockstar. Guaranteed to keep you up until 3:30 the night before your exam." I really don't think I did well in that.

What I originally wanted to talk about is what happened after the energy drink started to wear off. I was exhausted but not sleeping. I am no stranger to insomnia. It is like a terrible house guest, showing up unannounced, messing up my sleeping patterns, eating all the food, being impolite and just leaving without cleaning up after itself.

There is one up side to having experience with insomnia, because I had several ready made time fillers by my bedside. Unfortunately George the Net book was in the lounge room, but I still had my fancy paper notebook and my even fancier CD Walkman. Yes yes I know it is no longer the 80's but I like listening to substantial CD's rather than ripping them onto an iPod then leaving them on a shelf. Besides I can't afford an iPod.

So there I was, conclusion that I would not sleep drawn with detail and colour. I picked up my fancy Walkman and my even fancier go-lo bought CD case and started flipping through for something to listen to. Oh the choices! Paramore, Florence and the Machine, Nirvana, Mumford and Sons, just to name a few. Then there are the compilation or Mix CDs that fill a fair portion of that case. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Saint Motel, Pierce the veil, the Real Tuesday Weld, the Cure all feature on a few of them.

None of these were what I was going for. I needed constant mellow, something to chill out to. Just as the phrase flew through my head I remembered the last time I had listened to music for the specific need to chill out. It was winter (chill out get it) and I was sitting in a cool windowsill, gazing out at various trees and rooftops of Falls Creek. I was scribbling in my notebook, my old one that is, and watching the snow drift like the debris from an exploding cloud. I had my head leaning against the cold glass of the window as my recently purchased Angus and Julia Stone album, down the way, played on my speakers in the background.

Needless to say I listened to it again last night. Not only because the mellow tunes are great for tired eyes, but because as I listened I remembered the snow. I was even more aware of the cool breeze seeping in from outside, the cold touch and the music of the 'down the way' album aiding the memories. I listened to the whole CD as I had many times before and I marveled at how a memory can be linked to a sound, a feeling stirred by the strum of a guitar, a mind challenged by a meticulous jumble of lyrics.

Music is pretty amazing when you think about it. How many things can you say have been around for you since you were born? How many things can you say have changed to suit you as you've grown up? From the Wiggles to Bullet for my Valentine, when said like that it seems like a great leap. Music is completely unique. There is something for everyone, it doesn't matter what your interest.

I think it is really awesome that you don't have to listen to just one kind of music. I have mix CD's where Marylin Manson precedes Florence and the machine and follows Bombay bicycle club. Those three genres are so different it doesn't even make sense that I love them all, but I do. It doesn't matter if I'm listening to cheerful songs like Mr. Pitiful by Matt Costa then I get the urge to listen to a depressing song like 9 crimes by Damien Rice. Creepy video for that last one.

Another awesome thing about music is how it works with your imagination. For instance, whenever I listen to Florence and the Machine's Girl with one eye, I always picture the performance in my head. Because I have never withheld my mental arguments I have had with myself, the weird thoughts I have had when seeing unusual things, or even my opinion on things no normal people even think about, I will not withhold how I picture Florence's performance either. I even told you about the time I walked all the way to McDonald's to use the Internet and forgot to charge my Net book before hand, so any respect you had for me is probably gone anyway.

When I hear the song I always think of an old fashioned gentleman's club. The lights are dimmed, the audience is all well dressed and looking at the stage in the middle of the room, where there is of course a large ebony piano among band members and instruments. As the electric guitar starts, the singer steps out in an impossibly sparkly red dress and starts singing the song. It just sounds like the kind of song that has to be sung while the singer lazes about on the grand piano and strolls around a stage winking at the men in the audience as their jaws drop.

Florence Welch!

That's how I see it anyway because I have an unusual imagination. Wouldn't trade it for the world though because it makes my dreams interesting and therefore my sleep less boring. Speaking of which, unhearted by Automatic Love Letter is a good song. Giving you lots to listen to in this post aren't I? I really appreciate music and I hope you appreciate that this post took me like two or three days to write because I am so easily distracted. That and I was recovering from the effects of Rockstar and sleep deprivation.

The moral of the story is Rockstar energy drink makes you feel like a Rockstar. And it is awesome.

-RachOddSocks

I think it's about time I posted something half way decent

My blog has been failing a little. At least I think so. I go far too long without a post then when I post it is stupid and I feel bad just looking at it. Then I get up and eat something and I feel better. Then I come back and see it again and close it then listen to Saint Motel. At least that is what happened yesterday. It also happened a moment ago but instead of closing it and listening to Saint Motel I opened the new post thing . . . and listened to Saint Motel.

This whole posting business is bothering me. See I know I should do it more often I just don't do anything interesting. Ever. Which leaves me with little to blog about. That and wonderful procrastinating tools like facebook, youtube, twitter, solitaire and the game 'robot unicorn attack' make writing interesting posts difficult. It takes ages if I don't have a mildly interesting story to tell.

If I'm really keen to tell you all about something that happened or if I'm trying to write about something I am really passionate about or if I am writing myself a book or movie review, I'll be all over this keyboard like scales on a Cobra. I don't know where that analogy came from but it is here to stay. However, if I am trying to make up for days without new/decent posts, it takes me a while to get into it.

See those first two paragraphs up there? Between the two I refreshed both facebook and twitter a few times, watched the music video for 'Butch' by Saint Motel, put up a facebook wall post about how keen I am for my Saint Motel CD to arrive, tweeted about how keen I am for my Saint Motel CD to arrive, went to a random word generator website and randomly generated the following: "The intervening author boils above the chestnut moon". For a randomly generated sentence, that's not half bad.

I went on that random word generator in hopes of randomly generating a topic for me to write about. By now I am guessing you are bored of me telling you how boring my posts are or how long it takes me to make a boring post or how awesome I think the band Saint Motel is. I think this post just might be long enough to get me back on track. I'll stop now.

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SAINT MOTEL!

RachOddSocks

Why Romeo and Juliet's relationship was doomed from the start.

There are several contributing factors that tell us, had Romeo and Juliet lived, they wouldn't have enjoyed the story book happy ending featured in many a fairy tale. People like to use the young couple as an example of true love despite the fact that their relationship was hardly ideal. They were opposing members of feuding families that turned violent toward each other at a single glance, they married the day after they met, they were young and reckless. Their impulsive behaviour may be seen as romantic, but was it practical?

Consider that when Romeo first appears in the play he is head over heels for another girl named Rosaline. The way he talks about this girl you would think he was the head of her fan club or something. He speaks as if his life has ended because she doesn't want him. When he meets Juliet, he marries her the next day, Rosaline apparently completely forgotten. I have to wonder, how long did he know this Rosaline girl before deciding he was in love? Before he met Rosaline, was there another girl he considered his other half? What I'm saying is that Romeo seemed to be in love with falling in love. How serious was he about his commitments really? If Rosaline wasn't so sensible would we have a tragic story of Romeo and Rosaline rather than Juliet?

The impulsiveness of their actions wasn't the only thing keeping them from a happy ending though. Juliet was thirteen and Romeo sixteen. That is like one of the year ten guys at our school skipping off to Vegas with a year seven girl. Does that seem right to you? Yeah I know it was different back then; people got married much younger. In fact, Juliet's parents wanted her to marry that Paris guy. So really their age isn't the problem, it is their ignorance. Their ignorance, their innocence and their general disregard for their parent's opinion. Back then parents were supposed to decide to whom their children would marry.

The fact that their families couldn't get along at all probably put a hole in their happily ever after plan. The play starts with their family members getting in a fight over seemingly nothing. Romeo and Juliet getting married is like a lawyer marrying a hippy, a vegetarian marrying a cannibal (my what a wedding night THAT would have been). The conflicts that would ensue would be devastating at best.

They are a pretty good match, I'll admit. I mean they are both foolish and impulsive to the point that they kill themselves over someone they have known only for a few days.

So we have a couple of kids who decide they are ready for married life after knowing each other for as long as a day. Never mind that their families are sworn enemies. Never mind that Juliet is meant to marry someone else. Never mind that Romeo was in love with someone else not a day before. They are in love, what else is there to consider?

the end


There you have it a rough draft that I really didn't want to do. I keep my promises though. Or at least I try to. That is enough for one day, I think. I'm going to go play robot unicorn attack.

RachOddSocks

I'd rather recite Poe

We currently have been set an assignment in English that involves giving a speech of some sort. Either we recite Shakespeare, or give a five minute speech on how much of a fail relationship Romeo and Juliet had. Not wanting to search through the play for twenty lines of consistent dialog, I chose the speech. I figured I would do some sort of practice/draft in the form of a blog post then just kind of wing it on the day. It worked last time.

Don't get me wrong, I do have a certain amount of respect for Shakespeare. Anyone that insults by saying 'Thou rougish onion-eyed pigeon-egg' earns a mental high five from me. Want to waste some time? Check out this Shakespearean insult generater.


Now while I would rather recite something by Edgar Allen Poe, if anything just to say 'Quoth the Raven' and 'Nevermore' as homework, I do rather like the idea of pointing out what idiots Romeo and Juliet are. My rant will be in my next post I promis you. For now I will go to bed.

RachOddSocks

Here is what I have been up to since losing the Internet. . . .

YEARLY EXAMS

That picture above is my hand. I wrote that during the history/geography exams to keep myself sane. Exams are awful aren't they?

LEARNED THE HISTORY OF LEGO

That sign was attached to a cork board in Coles. You know the ones where people try to sell stuff or in this case gain stuff. I took the picture and a random lady that had been browsing the board started telling me and my sister all about the guy that invented Lego. Quite random but the story was inspiring. No one liked Lego when the guy invented it, he couldn't sell it, he couldn't even give it away. His wife left him apparently because he couldn't make any money. When he got famous though and people started seeing how awesome it was he like built a house out of the stuff. I love informative strangers.

PLAYED ON SOME FREAKING AWESOME SPRINGY THINGS

When you are younger these park fixtures seem like the baby ones. The toddlers sat on them while teetering back and forth a little, it looked like fun, if you were a baby. That changes when you are too tall for them. They become awesome. Doubly awesome because I can rarely use the phrase "I'm too tall for it".

Getting in and out of that fish one was extremely difficult for me, but it was worth it. You throw your weight around to the extreme, they aren't made for teenagers so they bend a twist like no bodies business. I had the sides of it hitting the ground at one stage. I'm quite immature.

I TOOK MANY PICTURES OF MY FEET IN VARIOUS PLACES

At a park

Beneath the table at East Port Bowling Club, along with the feet of a few other people. Guess which ones are mine? I wear those shoes a lot.

I think that's in my lounge room. ODD SOCKS!

I HAVE ADDED VARIOUS THINGS TO MY WALL

For some time now I have been adding various pictures and things I have been given to my wall. Someone draws me a picture my first thought is "That is going on my wall." Kind of like on that extremely Australian movie the castle where the dad says to anything worthy "That is going straight to the pool room". You know when I first saw that movie I didn't realise Eric Bana was in it? I have a poster of The Time Traveller's Wife in my room. Eric Bana covers half that poster. I didn't recognise the guy through the whole film! Same thing happened with another extremely Australian movie called the Nugget that Eric Bana is in. I've seen that movie like three times and I only noticed when I glanced at the cover the other day. I'm a silly one. Wow that went off topic a bit.

DROVE TO TAREE WITH MY SISTER, WENT TO HUNGRY JACK'S, WHICH IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE IN PORT, TOOK A PICTURE OF US EATING IT, SENT IT TO MY BROTHER, WHO ABSOLUTELY  LOVES HUNGRY JACK'S, WITH THE CAPTION "JEALOUS MUCH" 

ME-------><-SISTER

RECEIVED THIS PICTURE FROM MY BROTHER IN REPLY TO OUR "JEALOUS MUCH" PICTURE
                 <-Brother

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